I will love you, my bird,
Until you become tired,
Until you say in grief,
‘Let me love you and sleep.’
You will fall asleep then
On my heart half-broken.
In your dream you will find
My love before, behind.
When you open your eye,
You will see earth and sky
Full of my love, pure, fine,
Soft as dew and divine.
I will love you, my bird
Until you say, ‘Tired! Tired! ‘
